Stocking The Pond

"The truth is much stronger than fiction", they say,
As we check out fables and press on our way
To generate stories we write in our books –
We're best to press onward and take second looks.

How quickly to judgment we rush when it comes
Together inside us – the plot line now runs
Like streams to a river – Niagara soon falls,
Releasing a power which lights up us all.

But what if in chasing a whopper or two,
We stumble on kindness – what then should we do?
For decades now hidden from neighbourly eyes,
Some gesture of loving – all wrapped in disguise.

For givers are quiet, and quietly give;
(When downside, it's awful the way that they live,
With strings on their giving which no-one can see,
Unless they state clearly, "The buck stops with me".)

But there is an upside (and grace to achieve),
Resulting in kindness – far more I believe
Than one can have hoped for, imagined at best –
For upside of giving – it takes away breath.

Such love covers over or washes away
The sins once committed – ("For this you must pay"
Which festers inside us, it ruins our talk,
When truly it's evil destroying our walk.)

Then bingo! We see it – the rest of the yarn –
Some gesture of kindness, intending no harm;
Then all is forgiven – big picture is seen,
For truth comes out slowly where givers have been.

The Judge said it's best to delay one more day –
Let factors emerge in surprising new ways;
There's fact and there's spin, at the end it's just guess –
But rushing to judgment just generates mess.

"Shut up", stay alert, let the truth have its line;
Fly fishing for stories must factor in time;
Each clue leads us onward to where all unfolds;
From out of dark lairs best stories are told.

But giving inspires us to give on our part;
And stories of loving pour coals on our heart,
Till coldness is heated, and rigidness bent –
Love makes us more human – fulfills God's intent.

So do we uncover the truth which we find?
And should we release what comes onto our line?
What good does it do to pull covers off gifts,
Disrupting what lingers in lairs and mists?

Perhaps at the least let the truth guide our ways;
Show kindness and mercy through all of our days;
Then transpose its essence, write stories untrue,
And hide in its layers some fly-fishing food.

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